The heart of a woman though fragile, also holds unspoken strength, and beauty. Many storms are weathered, the winds of life are felt, but still strength remains. There are times, though it may not show, that are overwhelming, by what has transpired, love lost along the way, felt but not to be, or love not returned, perhaps of dreams and hopes that faded into obscurity, lost in the dreams or needs of others. There is great tenacity for truth, love and dreams, and belief in the knowledge, she can do what is needed, by herself if need be. Quietly inside, her heart cries out, morning wasted moments in life, yet knowing when needed, her strength will rise, and she will do as she must.